At the Bull's ready, Geralt snaked a hand to his belt and whipped a grenade toward the nest. The flash and bang scattered the creatures. They looked like the corpses of old hags, with huge talons and mangy wings.

He aimed for the first to locate them and pulled. The evil-looking bolt made its mark, biting into the harpy's wing.

It hit the ground heavily and skidded toward where Geralt stood. The witcher avoided it by springboarding, cat-like, from Bull's shoulders.